It is the way in which the world has become. Five frights and a minority rest. The swirls of feeling in the lights, summoning the thoughts of the younger, illuminating those of the elder in a short, yet magical revolution that only touches the surface of reality.

It is rare to become, and though it's veracity ignites the passions of all, it is but a spark that appears and is then gone, like the life of one without yet abounding in much. We hope, we dream beyond the threshold of limitation, being guided by the anticipation of a greater, more powerful existance.

The realm of our perception.